i wonder what they're gossiping about
had to draw them
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i wonder what they're gossiping about
had to draw them
My resolution last year was to do one thing before bed that would make my morning feel easier, and that’s become a daily habit that I’m carrying into this new year.
Some nights even filling up the kettle and setting an empty mug out for my morning tea felt hard. But I was always thankful for it in the morning.
Other nights, one thing would lead to another, and I’d wake up in a clean house with everything ready to go.
And, on a rare few nights, the one thing that I could do to make my morning easier was going straight to bed and allowing myself to rest.
What stayed the same each day is that I would take a moment to think of what I could do for my future self and do it, even after a hard day. And I would wake up knowing that I had done my best and any effort—no matter how small—was a kindness to myself.
I’ve been doing a lot of “a treat for future me” moments lately.
That’s a great way to look at it, and I love this artist! (Anna-Laura: instagram / website)
i really love this ^^
The Theater: An Allegory Up In Smoke
You are in a theater and a guy in the balcony lights a cigar. Naturally, many in the crowd protest, demanding he put it out. The man ignores them, blissfully puffing away. Soon, something strange begins to happen. Emboldened by his defiance, others in the crowd begin lighting up. Eventually, more than a third of the audience is smoking, and the room, now thick with noxious haze, becomes unbearable. You alert the theater staff only to find many of them joining in.
If asked, most couldn’t explain why they lit up. Some would say they saw the first man defy convention without consequence and felt free to indulge. Others would insist it has always been this way. Many would argue theaters were better when smoking was allowed, and that the cigar-smoking leader is simply making theaters great again. It seems they were looking for someone to strike the first match to justify their own guilty pleasure.
The theater is unlivable, but you can’t leave—you came with friends and family, many of whom are smoking along with the rest. You aren’t alone in your opinion, but the smoke is so pervasive it consumes the last of the air, suffocating not just the innocent, but also those who ignored the warnings and protests of the experts. The cigar-smoking man has long since slipped away, leaving only a theater of smoldering decay in his wake.
The air is gone, the show is over, now there’s nothing more to see.
Source: The Theater: An Allegory Up In Smoke
you might be fast but arcane fans are faster
THE SCREAM I SCREAMT
Daily reminder that we do not actually live in a dystopian movie put the apocalypse down and back away slowly. You know when your cleaning a room and you pull everything out of it's draws to sort through it and you're like "what the fuck have I done I'm never going to be able to tidy all of this" I think that's the stage we're at in the world. Thanks to social media we've pulled out all the messed up shit from the cupboards of the world, it was always there but now we can see it and we're going to have to sort it all out we made this mess and we can fix it. Falling to the floor sobbing will not clean a crusty room. A group of people working systematically (preferably with music in the background) will.
saw someone with the same profile picture as me. ruined my entire fucking day.
“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
— Sylvia Plath
did Sylvia plath just tell me to go out and touch grass
just realized Sabrina carpenter matches y/n 2010 wattpad descriptions
not me forgetting how to alphabet the moment I save something to my pinterest boards
sometimes I get so jealous on social media I can't breathe